Theirs To Possess And Ruin
“That might not be possible. The fruit is extremely rare...only three ripen every decade. And they’re guarded by blood wards, shadow beasts, and Zephyr’s personal legion. Even if you got close… The fruit dies the second it’s taken without the Alpha’s blessing. It has to be given willingly.”
Ryker let out a low, dark, delighted chuckle. “Willingly? We can make people willing.”
Kane cracked his knuckles. “Or dead. Dead works too.”
I stared at them, chest tight, something dangerously close to hope clawing up my throat. I hated it. Hated how my pulse jumped. Hated how my cunt clenched again at the thought of these four psychotic bastards waging war just to keep me breathing.
Dante stood.